Parson opened her locker and set her books in an orderly manner. Students passes by behind her, happy chatters and giggles can be heard throughout the hallway.
Of course, students are naturally big talkers but today was special. Everyone is talking about what their crush or partners will do for them today because-
"Happy Valentine's, Parson. Got anything for me?"
Parson looked at the white-haired male, unimpressed at the boy for closing her locker. "No. And you could've hurt me, Maximus."
She walked pass the stupefied boy, who recovered quickly and chased after the green haired girl.
"I knew you could have dodged it, you're Parson after all. You're quick with your reflexes, yeah?"
He wasn't wrong. She was the captain of the Swords Fighting Club in her first year after all, she was an impressive student by RSA standards.
"Don't you have council work to do?"
"It's not as important as you. You know, I think we should-"
"I think you should lay off my girl."
I've rejected affection for years and years.
A third party joins the conversation, standing tall in front of Max and wrapping his tail around Parson's waist. Sapphire blues bore into Max's brown eyes.
The white-haired boy surrendered with raised arms, backing off to give the two distance. Drake huffs, meanwhile Parson is still replaying the set of words "my girl" in her mind.
Her tail slowly changed into a shade of red similar to her cheeks as she internally screamed in her head, before her inner voice told her to snap out of it.
Now I have it and damnit, it's kind of weird.
In response to her internal conflict, she balled one of her hands into a fist and gave a blow to the back of Drake's head. The dragon boy winced in pain and rubbed the spot where he was hit.
Max saw the opportunity for him to exit the scene and took it. Drake took a brief moment to hiss at the cowering student and commenting something about willing to fight if this happens again before taking his attention onto Parson.
His mouth formed a wide grin, while Parson pouts at his small intimidation tactic. The chameleon turned around and walked away, as he followed suit not too far behind.
As always, Drake complimented Parson the whole time as they walked. Not a single part of his lovely girlfriend was left out from his comments, the way she walked, her hand swaying slightly as he held to one of them, how beautiful she looked, one after the other.
Not one part of Parson was safe from his sweet words and while to others it may seem as if she was uninterested in him, she gets more and more flustered at every single comment made.
He tells me I'm pretty, don't know how to respond.
They finally arrived in front of Parson's dorm room where the girl turns around and finally faces Drake, her tail had returned to it's original green color. "What is it? You didn't come all this way to compliment me for 20 minutes, did you?"
"What if I did?"
Parson scoffed, ignoring the way her heart's beat faster after hearing his claim. Drake only laughed, already used to her cold exterior.
Instead, he revealed a gift bag he held in one of his hands. Parson raised an eyebrow as the red-headed boy starts scavenging in the bag.
First, he pulls out a strangely shaped item but Parson immediately recognizes what it was.
"Is that... a custom sword hilt?" Drake nodded happily before handing it over to his precious girlfriend. She took the hilt carefully, admiring the amount of work that was put into the delicate item before realizing a particular detail.
"Pure silver?! Drake, this must have costed a fortune!!" Parson exclaimed, leaning towards the dragon with wide eyes. The redhead only smiled softly.
"I was lucky enough to get this one in time, hope you like it, Apples."
The chameleon's heart skipped a beat seeing the gentle look on her boyfriend's face [while he mentions something about working his ass off for it]. She bashfully looked away, holding the hilt close to her and quietly thanking him.
She was about to leave to her dorm when Drake held her back and fished out another gift in the bag.
I tell him that he's pretty too, can I say that? Don't have a clue.
"It's... a lizard?" Parson said unsurely at the red [clearly] handmade plush in her hand. Drake quickly denied and corrected her.
"No, it's a dragon, see?!" He points out a pair of small wings that seems to be hanging by a single thread, literally.
"So, if you miss me, you can just hug this little guy! Made it myself."
"I can tell." She added, looking at the messy handiwork.
Parson stared for a few moments before giving a hesitant smile, "It's great. Thanks, Drake."
A bright smile appeared on Drake's face, which caught Parson off guard. Her gaze softened as she stepped closer an gave a chaste kiss on Drake's jawline.
The boy held onto her waist before she could step back and instead, gave her a gentle kiss on the lips, which she reciprocated. The kiss only lasted a minute as the two hesitantly pulled back.
The two lovelizardsbirds stared at one another for a split second before Parson snaps herself out of the trance and backed away.
She stuttered as she wandered to her door, "Uh, I have a club practice in a bit. So, I'll um, see you."
"See ya, Apples!"
With every passing moment, I surprise myself.
From afar, Cricket watched as Parson closed her door and left a happy Drake outside. The moment the door shuts, the dragon boy was expressing his joy with his whole body.
"Stop spying on someone's boyfriend, weirdo."
Cricket glared and signed with his hands, 'I thought you'd be jealous too.'
Max let out a chuckle, "Jealous? Me? I just think Parson could kick my ass. That's kinda hot, y'know."
The purple-haired boy let out a sigh as he took one last glance at the dragon boy jumping and pacing around in joy before leaving the blue-haired boy's view.
"Now will you get to work? We have to plan the new event and check our budget."
Max inquired seeing that Drake was out of sight. Cricket gave one last exhale before walking over to Max's side and walking beside him.
"By the way, got anything planned for Valentines?"
I'm scared of flies, I'm scared of guys. Someone please help.
Parson closed the door, holding the gift bag given to her in one hand. She grabbed the plushie inside the bag and gently set down the bag on her bed.
She laid down and stared at the plushie for a second before flipping over and starting to squeal at the handmade toy filled with cotton.
'HE'S SO CUTE!!!!'
Parson screamed in her mind, gushing over her cute boyfriend and deciding to treasure the plush for life [though she couldn't understand the random velcro patches on both shoulders and palms]. She couldn't help but snuggle against the plush, giving it small pecks before squealing against her sheets again and kicking her feet like a schoolgirl.
She was so grateful Antos went to his council meeting earlier, she would've rather die than let him see her like this.
Cause I think I've fallen in love, this time.
She peeked out from the sheets, face [and tail] completely red and saw a paper peeking out from the now toppled bag.
She reached out and grabbed the paper to realize it's a letter, a love letter to be more accurate. She opened it and read the contains.
Parson smiled softly, looking at the last line Drake had wrote for her.
'I love you.'
I blinked and suddenly I had a Valentine.
i made shrimpy suffer cause i finished this around on the 8th
drake and cricket belongs to @anaxocs
